Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1887-12-16
NATURAL GAS.

IN thar in deestric's not so terrible fur
from here, an thu konsekently land they
pseUy beg folks TO come an take often
heir hands at any price ct all is with q
iollar now jist fer peep over the stun
wall at it. The minute teller finds signs
D lie or nat'ral gas On his plantation he
teedn't lug home his supplies in a quart
ing no more, but kin roll 'em IN by the
bari, fer signs o. them kind is wuth more
IN inch thin a sartin per sure grass an
later farm IS wuth an acre. -
Guess yer huggin' the truth pooty clus
er wUnst, Major" replied the squire;
Nbut tn hain't none o. them signs ez
likely to strike anywhar in our baiiiwick
u hghtnin' is TO kill crow roostin' on
The North Pole. Thur one thing I've al
luz wanted 10 see," continued the squire,
but natur' has been agin me an haint
.ever seen it, an that thing is the h'istin'
IF balloon. TIL can't be no balloon
listed Dowhar, I'm told, Mess thur gas
10 hist it with. l s'pose if we'd ha' had
gas here good many feiers with balloons
ID ha' kim round this way an showed us
. balloon raisin' ev'ry now an then.
Them must be lucky deestric's that's got
gas, an I'd like to hev somebody strike it
round here sorne'rs, jist fer The sake o.
savin' the chance to see balloon h'istin'
fore l turn my toes up. But that's bout
" liable to happen ez it is fer ne TO so
sut an find a silver dollar rollin' up hill,
an my name gouged in it,
Don't We be so consarned sure O. that,
Squire, said the Old Settler mysterious
h, and, with KNOWN shake OF his head,
tive been q thinl1in' a leetle sence readin'
bout them signs o. gas, b'Coshi han't
been only a thinl1in, but I've been a re-
eollectin', an the chances is tht me an
FOu'u see wonders yet afore We paddle
over Jurdan. I'm agointer tee We fer wy,
put l hadn't orter, Squire, an If it wa mt
Ter maxim We 'shamed o. yerseIf, an
Ihowin' th't truth squashed in the mud is
bound TO git up agin if We give her time
wouldn't do it. Ye mOwt remember th't
;ist ten years ago this month Kim in
from a little bar hunt I didn't bring in
no bar but fetched back an up an up
account g. how | had shot one, an how thu
were sumpin' fearful an queer an amaz-
in in tn p'formances o. that bar ar
ter bein' shot. 1iebbe ye member me
a tellin' ye that story, Squire, an you a
telln' me right in my teeth th't We know'd
tn, some o yer friends had took to lynn,
but tint ye didn't think any OF 'em had it
so bad ez that. But l amt q holdin' no
gredge an now III tell We sumpin' that'u
s'prise We.
''Ez toll We at the time, Squire, I got
the zip ten year ago this month, th't I'M
less somebody went up to Steve Groner's
hill place an poured pound or two o.
lead inter big bar th't had squatted OK
the farm, th't Steve wouldn't hev no live
stock left TO pervide pork an beef fer his
winteTin' over, even il he managed to keep
hissef an family theirSelfs from linin' TIL
bars innaTds. | shouldered my gun IN
went up TO Steve's to hev some fun with
bruin, an to save Steve'S stock an resky
him an his folks from the ramp2gin' Var.
He's q riD-snorter. Steve says to me,
we n got thar. lie don't think nuthin'
o. luggin' off cow he says, an We
don't wanter hev yer weather eye shet
wen you an him comes together ne says.
"'B'erS.' says 10 Steve, bars is nuts
fer me, an the bigger an sasssier they be-
I says, the more I in'jy en- l says, an
with that | elm inter the woods TO show
bruin tn tn ant room enough here
below fer ME an him both. 'Tain't nee
eSsary fer me TO tell o. the half dozen or
more lively skrimmeges me an that bar
had ez we follered an chased one another
round an round them WOODSTOCK he'd
hide ahind some big tree or stump, an ez
/ went by, climb on TO NE with all four o
his feet an ysnk an bite an claw an dig
meat an clothes often me till slung him
of an made him skin away to save his
bacon; an how I'd lay the same way fer
him, an wen he come sneakin' long arter
me again, pitch erter him like a mad
painter, an swat an pound an choke an
rassel him till his tongue hung out, till
were sorry fer him, an let him git away
inter the brush aSin TO recooperate fer the
next round. 'Taint wuth vile fer me TO
saw anything 'bou6 them little skriInnageS
'cept the last un, an that un We MT
skrinmage' but sumpin' that'd a skeert
some folks dead il their tracks
'tArter havin half dozen OF so o.
rassels with this big bar jist fer fun.
made Up my mind, ez 'twere gettin' late,
an ez Steve Groner's folks was mebby
feelin' anxious TO hear which was gointer
run the farm, them or the Jar. th't the
next heat with bruin would be for keeps.
/ guess the 81 Teller had made up his
mind the same way, fer when | run agin
him the las time he were riz up on his
hind legs right on the edge q Deep Rock
Gully. an were w2itin' for me with Lis
jaws wide open. ! unslung my gun, an
takin' aim ct one O the bars fore paws,
thought I'd wing him an make him come
away from the edge O the gully fore l
tackled him The ball hit the paw an
the bar throwd EN- both up. But he
throw'd EN- Up too fsr, en- he fell over
back rds, an went head foremost inter
the gully. Deep Rock Gully hain't an
inch less'n fifty foot from top 10 bottom,
an the walls is e. steep ez the side Of a
house. I went Up 10 the edge an looked
over. There were the bar layin' on his
fcce at the bottom, whar them queer
cracks is in the ground. an be Were a
howlin like n hurflcaue an kickin' like
mule. Their he laid, an he want able to
raise up. Tn want no way o gettin'
down TO him 'cept by tumblin' down ez
he had, an il ever anybody were poppin'
mad ! were, e. | see my NEST layin'
at the bottom O. that gulley, an the crows
e-getherin' To hev picnic with IL. The
more l KEEP my eyes on that bar the
madder got, an / were jist about 10 roll
an tumble an slide down the side O that
gulley, rurher than SO back home an say
th't I'd let the crows steal 3 bar away
from me, Wen ] see a funny change
comm over the bar. He didn't howl so
much an his kicks want so vicious.
IuCn MS AiALAA pai - SSes@Al " III NHti.A-
SETS Up often the ground in . curious sort
O. way, and swung an bobbed in the air.
They KEEP risiu' higher an higher till the
bar were act'any standing On his head,
an sYayin' TO an' fro Cd II wind were
blowin' him an he couldn't help Il. The
sight was so uncommon out . the reg lar
way bars has o actin thar it seemed
skeery, an felt ez if ia rutheT be home
Giggin' my Eaters. But KEEP on gain
at the bar a cireusin' at the bottom O the
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